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As a young boy, I sometimes traveled the country roads with my dad. He was a rural mill carrier, and on Saturdays he would ask me to go with him. Driving through the countryside was always  an  adventure: There were  animals to  see, people to visit,  and chocolate cookies if you
knew where to stop, and Dad did.
In  the  spring,  Dad  delivered boxes  full  of baby  chickens,  and  when  I  was  a boy  it  was such a fun to stick your finger through one of the holes of the boxes and let the baby birds peck on your fingers.
On  Dad's  final  day  of work,  it  took  him  well  into  the  evening  to  complete  his  rounds because  at  least  one member  from  each  family was waiting  at their mailbox to thank him  for his  friendship  and his years  of service."Two hundred  and nineteen mailboxes  on my route,"he  used to  say,"and  a  story  at  every  one."One  lady had no mailbox,  so Dad took the mail  in to  her every day because she was nearly blind. Once inside, he read her mail and helped her pay her  bills.
Mailboxes  were  sometimes  used  for  things  other  than  mail.  One  note  left  in  a  mailbox read."Nat,  take  these  eggs  to  Marian;   she's  baking  a  cake  and  doesn't  have  any  eggs."
Mailboxes  might  be  buried  in  the  snow,  or  broken,  or  lying  on  the  groom:  bat  the  mail  was always delivered on cold days, Dad might find one of his customers waiting for him with a cup of hot  chocolate.  A  young  wrote  letters  but  had  no  stamps,  so  she  left  a  few  button  on  the envelope  in  the  mailbox;  Dad  paid  for  the  stamps.  One  businessman  used  to  leave  large amounts of cash in his mailbox for Dad to take to the bank. Once, the amount came to $32,000.
A  dozen years  ago, when  I traveled back to my hometown  on the  sad  occasion  of Dad's death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I thought I knew them
all, but that wasn't the case.
As I drove home, I noticed two lamp poles, one on each side of the street. When my dad was  around, those poles  supported wooden boxes  about  four  feet  off the ground.  One box was painted  green  and  the  other  was  red,  and  each  had  a  long  narrow  hole  at  the  top  with  white lettering:  SANTA  CLAUS,  NORTH  POLE.  For  years  children  had  dropped  letters  to  Santa through  those  holes.
I made a turn at the comer and drove past the post office and across the railroad tracks to our  house.  Mom  and  I  were  sitting  at  the  kitchen  table  when  I  heard  footsteps.  There,  at  the door,  stood  Frank  Townsend,  Dad's postmaster  and  great  friend  for many years.  So we  all  sat down at the table and began to tell stories.
At  one point  Frank  looked  at me with tears  in his  eyes."What  are we  going to  do  about
the  letters this  Christmas?" he  asked.
"The   letters?"
"I guess you never knew."
"Knew   what?"
"Remember, when you were a kid and you used to put your letters to Santa in those green
and red boxes on Main Street? It was your dad who answered all those letters every year.”
I just  sat there with tears in my eyes. It wasn't hard for me to imagine Dad  sitting at the old  table  in  our  basement  reading  those  letters  and  answering  each  one.  I  have  since  spoken with  several of the people who received Christmas letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa had known so much about their homes and families.
For me, just knowing that story about my father was the gift of a lifetime.
35.It can be inferred from the passage that the writer regarded his travels with Dad as               
A. great chances to help other people
B. happy occasions to play with baby chickens
C. exciting  experience with  a lot of fun
D. good  opportunities to  enjoy  chocolate  cookies
36.The writer provides the detail about the businessman to  show that                    
A. Dad had a strong sense of duty
B.Dad was  an honest  and reliable man
C. Dad had a strong sense of honor
D. Dad was a kind and generous man
37. According to the passage, which of the following impressed the writer most?
A.Dad read letters for a blind lady for years.
B.Dad paid for the stamps for a young girl.
C. Dad delivered some eggs to Marian.
D.Dad  answered  children's  Christmas  letters  every  year.

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